In the abyss where light dares not tread,
Lies a shadow, silent and cold,
Whispering secrets of dread,
As the night begins to unfold.

Through the veil of our deepest fears,
It dances with a malevolent grace,
Feeding on sorrow and tears,
Wearing an unforgiving face.

The echoes of its sinister song,
Haunt the corridors of our mind,
Where right and wrong belong,
But often, they intertwine.

Yet, in the heart of the darkest night,
A flicker of hope remains,
For even in the absence of light,
The human spirit breaks its chains.